My own Gold Club story:
A few years back, we were frequent patrons of a fine Atlanta restaurant opened by a friend who had spent 10 years in Paris, where in addition to chasing young girls, he learned how to cook.
His Atlanta place had a very pretty young hostess, let's call her Lucy. My wife and I became friendly with her, as she was very nice. We even met her mother and joined Lucy and her mother for a really fine dinnner at the restaurant to celebrate Lucy's birthday. Lucy did not make much money working as a hostess and she had a second job as a front desk clerk at a B&B. The best part of that job, as she explained to us, was that she got a free room, in addition to a small salary.
One night, however, Lucy complained that she was no longer happy living at the B&B. It seems that Lucy thought that someone was lurking outside her bedroom window at night and peeking in. She said that she had taken to dressing and undressing in the bathroom, which had better curtains. She told us that she suspected that the peeper was one of the cooks at the restaurant. Afterwards, my wife and I remarked about what a nice modest girl she was; so unlike many girls her age these days.
Shortly afterwards, we returned to the restaurant and were greeted, to our surprise, by a new hostess. We asked one of the waiters what had happened to Lucy. He said: "She quit. She is dancing at the Gold Club now."
We really understand about modesty.

She was tall, blonde, in excellent shape and had her original breasts. Some of my friends wer ethere, and it was just embarrasing. She stood infront of me on the table, bent over, and smiled at me (upside down obviously) while directing my attention to a certain area of her body. She climbed onto the table, put a little scarf for her to rest her bottom, then leaned onto me, biting my ear, kissing me a bit (very, very weird), and fondling herself. Then, she stood back up again, took my face, and rubbed it into her breasts. I can't say that it wasn't a bit of fun. Then the more explicit stuff resumed for a few more minutes, and twice she quite aggresively rubbed my private parts through my jeans (and told me I was huge - yea right). She then put her legs on my shoulders, and gave me a front row seet to her vagina... she did several variations on this theme.

I was completely wasted and I really, really doubt that I could have gotten through that without having been in such a state. It was bizzare, and not terribly arousing since it was a professional thing. She was really nice though, and I have to say that they are quite good at not making it so awkward.

What would be the appropriate tip for this situation?

Originally Posted by kennethpollock

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His Atlanta place had a very pretty young hostess, let's call her Lucy. My wife and I became friendly with her...

when I was in my early twenties, I used to visit my brother in Winnepeg once or twice a year, usually just coming in for 2 days or so, while traveling through north america for work.

as he was (and is) married, and lived in a small apartment, we would go out in the late evening to talk and hand out. we would usually go to a strip club, because there were very few bars open late at night at the time. there was one that stip actually had live music. we would sit at a little table, drinking pairs of beers from 6 ounce glasses (the way beer used to be served at strip joints, two at a time) and talk. anyway, we are at a club one night, where we are the only two guys there who are under 50, or look like they might actually have a job. the woman who is dancing is maybe 35, which to me, at the time, seemed as old as my grandmother. my brother and I are deep in conversation, about all sorts of family stuff, when I look up and the stripper is standing right next to our table, staring at us. the bank has stoped playing and pretty much all of the old bums in the place are looking at us. she says "hey, what are you guys talking about so much?" I said "well, my brother and I are talking about my father, we are just catching up on some stories" so she says "I guess your father is older than I am?" I say "yes" she says "and he doesn't ahve tits, right?" I say "right" - so she says "so shut the fuck up and watch me dance"

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Last time I was in a strip club, about half of the patrons were female. Probably not SF members though, but it is becoming more and more common to see females at the clubs.

Let me guess Bradford... it was at Centerfolds, correct? My wife and I went there a couple of months ago and there must have been at least 20 women in the place (not counting the dancers). Women had to pay the cover charge as well.

Last time I was in a strip club, about half of the patrons were female. Probably not SF members though, but it is becoming more and more common to see females at the clubs.

In Vegas there are a lot of women too, even in the areas with women dancers (some of the strip clubs have floors with dancers of both sexes), although a lot of the female patrons are apparently there to try to snag a rich date.